38. Brooke
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***Brooke***
T he mural had come a long way in just a few days. I’d worked for hours each day so I’d be out of the house and away from temptation. I hadn’t been kidding about needing time to recover. It felt like I’d been riding a horse cross country after taking all three of my guys. My boyfriends. That sounded silly for what we were, though. They had so quickly become everything to me, like they’d been for most of my childhood and adolescence. I knew that I loved them, was in love with them.
I thought I might have been in love with them all along. The fear I felt after we’d woken up and they’d screwed me to heaven and back was so visceral that I’d had that same itch to get the hell away from them. I’d woken up after Logan made pancakes and known it was love. And I’d wanted to run. It was terrifying. Loving them the way I loved them, it was the shit that destroyed people if it went wrong. The longer I stayed in bed next to Logan that day, though, the calmer I felt and the more I realized that I’d felt the same way at eighteen. I’d slept with them, felt the way I felt and was scared of as an adult, and I’d booked it.
I couldn’t bring myself to say the words, though. As much as I felt them and knew they were true, I was too scared to utter them aloud. Not too scared to stay, though, so it was an improvement.
On the third business day after our morning hook up, Noah showed up at my mural with Sin. He looked at me with so much desire that I’d nearly ruined my entire painting with shaky hands. It’d been so bad that I’d told him to give me and Sin twenty feet to paint in peace. With him away, I could focus and Sin got more and more talkative.
“Daddy likes you.” She brushed paint on her hand when I wasn’t watching and then pressed it to the wall. “Pretty. Now you.”
I stepped back and looked at it. “Not bad, kid. Here, paint my hand.”
She did and then she smiled at me. “Do you like my daddy?”
Glancing back, I saw him taking a picture of us. My heart fluttered happily and the smile on my face was ridiculous. “I do.”
Sin screamed and laughed. “Daddy! Brooke likes you!”
I scoffed down at her. “Hey!”
She giggled and ran over to leave paint handprints all over Noah’s cute gray joggers. He raised an eyebrow at me and then chased after Sin before turning on me. I laughed and ran, screaming when he grabbed me and picked me up.
“Paint goes on the wall, B. We’ve been over this.” He nipped my neck and groaned when I brushed my wet paintbrush over his cheek. “You’re terrible.”
Sin was back at the wall. “Hurry, Daddy! Add your hand, too!”
He kissed me quickly and put me down before strolling over. “Maybe Brooke doesn’t want my big handprint next to y’all’s cute ones.”
I suddenly did, very badly. “No, do it.”
He beamed at me. “Yeah?”
I nodded and helped Sin cover his hand. “It’ll be perfect.”
After he left to take Sinclair back to Kelly’s I stared at the three handprints and decided I really did love them in the mural. They were there to stay.
I lost myself in it again and only realized how badly I needed to pee when it was close to being too late. I dropped my brush and hurried into the hardware store. They were being kind enough to let me use their bathroom. I didn’t see the owners, a very elderly couple, as I raced to the bathroom but I didn’t look all that hard. I locked myself in and let out a relieved sigh when I finally got to go.
I washed my hands and then opened the door to leave when a large body pushed its way in, covering my mouth in the process. I saw that it was Logan fairly quickly but I still slapped his arm when he let me go. “You scared me!”
He stalked closer to me while I backed away. “We’ve got exactly ten minutes alone in here before old Mr. Bob gets suspicious and puts in his hearing aid. His wife is at the doctor today.”
My lips tipped up. “Why, exactly, did you burst into the bathroom? What would you possibly need ten minutes for?”
He pinned me to the wall behind me and kissed me. His stubble was rough but his mouth was so soft. I moaned as his hands roamed my body, touching me everywhere. He cupped my breasts and then gripped my ass before sliding his hand down the front of my shorts and cupping my sex. “I need to fuck you against this wall right now or I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.”
“You’re sure he doesn’t have his hearing aid in?” I opened his pants and pulled out his cock even as I asked.
He yanked his hand out of my pants, but only to unbutton them and shove them down. They only made it off one foot and dangled from the other when he picked me up and filled me in one thrust, pinning me to the wall in the best way. “He won’t hear anything if we’re quiet.”
Logan wasn’t too concerned about me being quiet, though, because he instantly began fucking me hard and rough. His pants raked against my thighs and his teeth bit a little too hard but I wanted it all and more. They’d created a monster. He reached under me and gripped my ass, holding me tight while he slammed his hips into me.
I shoved my wrist into my mouth, biting down to keep silent. Logan watched and looked downright feral as he thrust faster.
“One of your exes from high school asked me about you this morning.” He growled. “You don’t understand how much I want to drag you into the middle of town to fuck you full of my come in front of everyone so they know you’re mine.”
Tears filled my eyes as I came fast and hard, pulsing around him. He immediately stopped and rocked his hips against me, rubbing my clit with his body as he watched me.
“If I was just a little bit crazier, I’d do it. I’d bend you over in front of every ex you’ve ever had and make them watch you come all over my cock again and again.” He leaned forward and brushed his nose over mine. “And you’re just about crazy enough to let me, aren’t you? Because you love being mine as much as I love you being mine.”
I gasped and wrapped both of my arms around his neck, forgetting the need to be quiet. “Say it again.”
His smile was soft as he slowly worked his shaft in and out. “I love you being mine.”
I pulled his mouth closer. “I love being yours.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and when he opened them again, the amount of warmth shining back at me took my breath away. He kissed me, gently taking my mouth with his, making love to my mouth until I was somehow close to the edge of another orgasm. I felt pressure everywhere, pressure and fluttery nerves. Whatever was happening felt big.
“I love you…being mine, little bunny.” He stared at me so sincerely when he uttered the words. “Do you understand me?”
I cried out when I felt his cock swell inside me. “I love-”
He kissed me hard and we came together, shaking. I’d never had an orgasm like it, one that was gentle and washed over me like a warm spring. I felt like melted chocolate and so cared for that I clung to Logan.
He hadn’t let me say it back to him, but I wasn’t worried. He’d told me how he felt and when he was ready, he’d let me tell him how I felt.